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THE BURNING OF STOUGHTON.

BY SIR W-LT-R SC-TT.

Some crockery and things.

Then o'er the soft and downy cheek

Of many Annex maidens meek

There spread a ruddy glow;

And all the haughty Cambridge dames

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Who came to look upon the flames

Thought they had better go,

And from this dreadful field of flames

They melted like the snow.

Our mourning maid of the Annex

Sought the protection of the Prex,

Who had to run to save his pate,

Endangered by the falling slate.

From room to room, on news intent,

Reporters of the Echo went.

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